6 - Part Two

I stroked the first scar goodbye and made my finger move its way to the second one. I stared down at it, and saw soul-less ghosts from the past rising, crawling into my head, more than happy to remind me of what happened.

I woke up to the sound of the keys you liked to chain with lots of keychains jingling. Immediately, I sat up straight from the slightly lopsided sofa and stood up just as you walked in. "Where'd you go?", I asked, not even bothered to greet you or give you a peck on your perfectly shaved cheeks, the atmosphere slightly lingering with tension. This has been the fifth time in a row he has came home in an hour where even owls went back to their homes to take a nap. "Just went to see an old mate", you replied while taking off your shoes, your socks, your coat. "Who did you go see?", I continued, and with a hint of annoyance, you answered, "no one in particular", your back facing me. "Why are you only back now?" Do you know what time it is?" "Was it a girl you saw?", those questions came out in a string and with that, you stopped everything you were doing and slowly turned around. You focused your slightly oversized eyes into mine, and chills ran up and down my spine. Seconds passed like minutes as I waited for your answer and I could hear nothing but the blood being pumped around my body despite the heavy rainfall. My head was throbbing so loudly, when you slipped out a "no" from your utterly flawless, structured lips, the last question almost escaped from my quavering lips again. You walked straight into the washroom without glancing at my way, and I acknowledged that the conversation has ended. I sat back down, unable to breathe. I gazed into the blank screen of the television, every possible situations ran through my head as I imagined your answer being "yes". I don't know how long I allowed those images to go around for, but I dozed off again. I woke up after 2 and a half hours, only found the bed untouched. Hurt, lost, confused; the mixed emotions I felt made my heart ache. I took pain killers and waited, but they weren't effective at all. Walking across the living room, I brought myself to those painted drawers and pulled out my new favorite tool. I closed my eyes, and sliced my skin apart.

-to be continued-